Between Strikes
"The slap of a ruler on her pussy, hard, stinging - then the inevitable wait for the next one."
Time passes. Oh! Doesn't it just.The air, thick with the sound of tick-tocking,And the harsh exhales of breath.Eyes flickering, desperate for light,In the overwhelming darkness.The pull of hands and feet, uselessAgainst the chains of helplessness.She can't touch it, she can't...





